Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Nothings ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTES BEFORE READING.
This fic is rated R because of strong language, and because I don't really know how the story will progress. There will obviously be no lemon but if I feel that the story needs a dose of 'something', adult situations will be in order. You are forewarned, so I want no complaints because you decided to skip the author's notes. Be responsible for your own actions. There will be no fighting, or any mention of it; this is all Vegeta and Bulma at their best.

Disclaimer: DBZ: don't own it.

Sweet Nothings
Rated R
By: MadRiver

Chapter 1

He decided to humor his silly human, and play along with her nonsense.

She wanted a 'wedding', she said. She was tired of living in sin, she yelled. She ranted and raved for a good hour; screaming about how Kakarrot and his harpy were 'married' and how she wanted the same thing.

Damned if he knew what had worked her up into such lather, but he knew better than to interfere when she started ranting about only God knows what.

So there he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and followed her with his eyes as she paced back and forth in front of him, stopping once in a while to glare at him through lowered eyelids.

When she finally stopped long enough to catch her breath, he righted himself and uncrossed his arms; he walked to a stop in front of her and simply said, "What will it take to stop your screeching? You are making my head hurt."

That had been it.

He literally saw how her countenance changed. Where before she had been righteous and indignant, then she was positively livid. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits and darkened into glittering sapphires. Her cheeks flushed a most becoming pink and her breath came out in short, ragged gasps. She gritted her teeth in barely suppressed anger. And she'd never looked more beautiful to his eyes than how she did then.

Before she could get another word in edgewise, he pulled her to him and wound his arms around her, crushing her body to his. His left hand went to the back of her head and his right pushed against the small of her back. He pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss and spoke huskily into her ear, his warm breath eliciting the response he desired. "Sheathe your claws, hellcat, I was only stating a fact."

He felt her shiver and pulled her closer still, raising her up on her tiptoes and pulling back his head to look into her eyes. Yes, this was the only way to get her to speak in a language he understood. He crushed his lips to hers, this time urging her to open her mouth for him with his tongue. She did so eagerly, her own rushing out to meet his.

A few hours later he asked his question again from the comfort of his bed with his mate wrapped around him. "What was it now, woman? What did that viper Kakarrot calls mate say to you now?"

"She didn't say anything to me. It's just that... well... Vegeta, we've been together for about five years now, we have a beautiful six year old son and you have never made any attempts to commit yourself to me." Her voice wavered at the end of her speech, and he felt a warm tear roll down his chest from where it had landed.

He let out a heavy sigh; he was more than uncomfortable with the subject at hand.

"You had never complaint before, what's so special about now?" He was being more careful with his words than usual. He knew that any wrong move would guarantee him a one way ticket to the guestroom for a good while, and if there was anything he hated was not feeling his mate's warm body pressing against his at night.

However, he must not have been as careful as he thought because she tensed in his arms and sat up, pulling the blanket up to cover her nudity.

She sat with her back facing him and whispered with a bitterness he had never heard from her before: "It has always bothered me, I was just always afraid that you would turn away from me... if I told you how I felt."

She covered her face with her hands and leant forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she cried softly into her palms. "ChiChi made me realize that you shouldn't always be the one to get your way, I shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around you anymore. I am a grown woman now, not some heartsick teenager too afraid to make demands because her boyfriend might break up with her.'

“I have a child to look after; our marital situation, or lack thereof, might not be a big deal in his life now but there will come a time when he will ask questions." Her voice kept rising with each word she uttered, her anger was nearly palpable now and her breathing had grown ragged.

She lowered her hands and turned her head to look him straight in the eye as she continued her tirade, "what will I tell him then, Vegeta? That his mother was good enough for his father to fuck but not to marry? That to you I was nothing more than an easy lay, but never worth the effort!"

Now she was screaming at the top of her lungs, she had long since left the bed and stood with the blanket wrapped around her body glaring hatefully at the very stunned Saiyan lying naked on her bed.

"I will not continue to live this way, I refuse to! I can't continue with you treating everything I say to you as some 'silly human idea' that I need time to get over!" She stood up straight, and looked down her nose at him as she got her breathing under control and reigned in her temper, then very clearly proceeded to deliver him an ultimatum.

"If you are willing to take the next step in our relationship, you always know where to find me; until then, I am moving my things into the guestroom. Goodnight, Vegeta. I hope you have pleasant dreams." With that parting quip, she proceeded to her drawers and pulled out her necessities for the night; then she turned and walked out the door, not looking back once.

End Chapter 1

MadRiver